Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
We happily accept all role-players as long as they obey the rules and are capable of meeting our word count of 50. This does include those who are unfamiliar with this style of role-playing. The staff of The Duality of Man are willing to happily help those who are new to the role-playing world so they feel comfortable on site. Feel free to message the staff if you need help, they can be found here or in the site Discord and will gladly answer questions alongside calm concerns. If you have any suggestions we would love to hear them; guests may use the support board as a suggestion area as well. Should you decide to join, may I say welcome to the site and we all hope you enjoy your time here.
Yours Truely,
The Staff
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
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[attr="class","jawntattxtdiv"] The bird man -- though displeased, Hector could tell -- finally swoops down from the branch, plunging into the cold snow. Hector almost feels bad for him, but given this stranger's situation and the cold wind slowly picking up speed and thus disabling him from hearing properly, they both certainly don't seem to have a choice. If they want to talk, they should be a bit near to each other and not distanced by different elevations. The wind and the snow are both not helping, so bird man should at least be thankful for communications to be easier.
[break][break]He could not help but laugh at Cato's clear distaste for the nickname he is given; he tries to cover his mouth but nothing works in hiding his amusement. "Again, I don't know what to call you, since I don't know your name yet. So you may have to live through Birdie unless you provide me a name to call you." He explains with a small chuckle that follows.
[break][break]Then Hector watches as Cato begins to sign; miraculously, this he perfectly understands. His signing is not the best as he is not too good at it, but years of travelling and learning from deaf and mute people did help him quite a bit there. Learning sign language is a necessity; unfortunately, due to his travels and due to his time almost occupied by the novels he writes, sadly he'd found no time learning and expanding his knowledge on sign language. But he's decent at it, he reassures himself.
[break][break]"...So it has begun, then."
[break][break]Nothing more comes out of his mouth after that sentence. His hands and arms begin moving in midair, acting as substitute for his mouth as per request by his company. His signing is simplistic, yet still decent, so he should not worry much of it yet. Hector could only hope the masked stranger could understand him properly in this distance.
[break][break]I could understand perfectly, so no worries there yet. He signs back, nodding. A smirk crosses his face as he signs again. Should we exchange names, or should I call you Birdie for the remainder of the day?
The wind howled wildly around them, kicking up snow from the ground below. Gradually, the weather appeared to be worsened, a horrible fate for those trapped outside with little shelter. Clouds were accumulating above, their dark shading suggesting a fresh coat of snow would fall from the skies. Cold air swirled around Cato and their mysterious companion, which was concerning despite the temperature regulating bracelet secured to their wrist. Reapers were ill-equipped for frigid temperatures because of the structure in their bodies, suggesting that should Cato's charm weaken or the conditions become overwhelming cold, they could face the possibility of freezing. Observantly, the plague doctor's eyes flitted around, mentally planning their route home should it be necessary, however, they imagined salvation would come if their plan failed. The Assembly medic knew their assistance of sorts, Quentin, was patiently awaiting their return from the meeting. Words were hidden by the loud sound of wind flying around them, suggesting that sign language was soon going to become their best method of communication. Shouting was an activity which strained Cato's voice immensely after all.
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From behind the plague doctor's mask, their yellow eyes narrowed in annoyance to their companion's incessant requirement to refer to them as Birdie. In irritation, Cato crossed their arms, pressing them against their lower chest to represent their annoyance with the ridiculous nickname. Their body language, from what could be viewed, displayed a closed off nature, the impatient tapping of their finger suggesting their tolerance was wearing thin. Instead of lingering on their irritation long, the reaper uncrossed their arms to proceed with signing their messages. The simplistic return was expected considering the calibre the stranger stated he was, however, Cato was pleased it was not a nonsensical rambling of random motions. Each motion was read, the mentioned nickname returning to the surface when their companion decided to sign in. An annoyed groan escaped Cato's lips, the winged reaper loathing the nickname they were abruptly provided.
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'CATO! Now stop calling me a bird, damn it!' They responded, motions quicker than usual and seemingly aggressive.
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There were no requests for reciprocation, Cato pausing to release an inaudible sigh. They merely wished for the ridiculous nickname to disappear and never surface again. Silently, the reaper waiting under the assumption that reciprocation would be provided even if there was no request; the stranger did mention exchanging names after all.
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[attr="class","wassup1dangertag"] 397 words for @meredith
[attr="class","wassup1dangernotes"] Trees are a safe place for birds though. lmao Also, grumpy Cato says no more being called a bird! XD
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[attr="class","jawntattxtdiv"] The wind grows stronger and stronger the more minutes they spend standing on ice. Hector is not quite bothered by this -- even though it's admittedly cold and he knows he should take shelter soon -- but he worries for his current companion. He suddenly just wants to slap himself in the face for thinking only of their conversation matters and not for the other's welfare. But, the damage is done; the other individual is now currently on the ground and... expressing his distaste for the nickname 'Birdie'.
[break][break]He chuckles at his companion's -- who now introduces himself as Cato, though not in a way he would have liked -- aggressive and rather hysterical movements. People who act like this whenever irritated amuses Hector for some reason, but he could relate to them as well. Some little matters, when it does not reach to his liking, may make for quite a small tantrum. But he knows they are not matters to be truly cared about. So Hector wonders if Cato's name and the names he is called with matter to this strange individual so much, that he gets angry about it.
[break][break]Even so, he cannot stand the thought of Cato getting angry at him and leaving him all alone in the snow. That would truly make him a failure at making new friends. Cato, then. Alright, alright, I'll stop calling you bird. He signs once again, not too sure if his signing is making any sense for an expert at it like Cato. My name is Meredith, by the way. He could be calling himself a hypocrite -- Hector has little trust in others as well, going so far as to introduce himself to people he still does not trust too much with his last name. Nice to meet you, Cato.
[break][break]By now the wind is getting much stronger than it had been a few minutes ago. Hector cringes at the breeze touching his pale skin; the cold is taking a toll on him now. Say, Cato, were you headed somewhere? He signs to his companion, rubbing his arms slightly after. I think I've disrupted your walk if I'm correct. I'm sorry about that.
[break][break]Perhaps it's better to apologize. After all, he'd scared someone off with the roar of a feral tiger. And maybe... he'd asked this since he really wanted to keep walking. Standing around in the snow was getting more and more uncomfortable, he realizes.
[attr="class","jawntatsidefld jawntatsidefld03"]NOTES I am very sorry for this late reply, but I'm finally back! Thanks for being patient with me ;o; also, that is correct. Hector doesn't seem to realize that. XD
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Snowflakes increased, becoming sharpened needled because of the weather's intensity. Throughout their conversation, the incoming blizzard was gaining power. Tightly, Cato's wings nestled against their back in a desperate attempt to maintain warmth. Wrapped around their wrist was a temperature regulation bracelet, however, the reaper worried the horrendous conditions could potentially result in negative side-effects for idiocy. The mask protected Cato from the wildly flung snow, but the frigid temperatures could seep through their garbs. Protection from the elements was limited, the temperature regulating bracelet being Cato's primary form of defence; perhaps they should cease their lingering. These conditions were dangerous, especially for reapers who struggled to handle freezing temperatures. Briefly, the Assembly medic's yellow eyes flitted around the area, surveying their surroundings for threats or signs of the weather conditions turning direr. Thick, dark-bellied clouds blocked the blue skies, sunlight disappearing and leaving darkened fields of deepening snow. Beneath their bird-like mask, Cato's eyes narrowed, lips twisting into a deep frown.
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Worrisome circumstances were to arrive on this unfortunate day as mild weather transformed into colder temperatures. The Canadian wilderness was renown for frigid winter weather, plenty of jokes and realities existing in response. After a few moments, Cato's eyes returned to the man, viewing his introduction with the use of sign language. The relief they craved was discovered when the white-haired man stated he would cease with the annoyance of referring to them as 'Birdie'. Promptly afterwards, there was a reciprocation as the man stated his name to be Meredith. Further signing revealed a simple, unexpected phrase which caused a subtle, fleeting eye-widening for Cato. Nice to meet you. It was truly an unpredictable set of words considering their cynical beliefs.
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'You as well, I suppose,' they reciprocated, albeit, with a ruder diction.
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The signs of coldness surrounded their acquaintance, the man's lack of preparation for frigid conditions growing apparent. When inquired about their route shortly afterwards, Cato hesitated, uncertain about providing him with the requested information. The reaper's home in the Ivory Woods was an isolated location, a small shack out of Aria Village. They were affiliated with the Assembly, but Cato preferred distance from those members because of their situation of "joining".
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'Not necessarily,' Cato signed, dodging the question.
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The vague answer was entirely a method to defend themself from stalking or having their home forcefully taken. The small cabin housed themself and Quentin, and while their numbers against a single man were favourable, Cato refused to expose Quentin to violence should it be avoidable. The white-haired man was discovered after a violent scenario, thus the reaper believed it would be unwise to recklessly allow a previously roaring tiger shifter into their home.
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[attr="class","wassup1dangertag"] 447 words for @meredith
[attr="class","wassup1dangernotes"] No worries! The thread is fun so I can't complain. <3 XD Hector should learn Cato thinks trees are great.
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[attr="class","jawntattxtdiv"] Cold temperatures are rarely desirable, especially for a sensitive man like Hector. He finds himself shivering slightly and rubbing his arms as the wind picks up speed; he's tempted to transform again, as at least his tiger's fur would keep him warm for a desirable period of time, but he fails to forget his acquaintance standing a few inches from him. He has no choice but to continue on like this; it would be simply rude to interrupt a conversation, and besides, he's having too much fun to end this conversation abruptly. Even when it means the cold would have to turn him into ice any second now.
[break][break]But even he needs to consider the situation in regards to the shoes of his companion. They may not like what the cold weather is doing at all, and Cato is probably considering flying back into the safety of the tree, but that is only Hector's intuition. He suddenly wants to punch himself for risking the health of the individual in front of him, his anger from earlier having slipped away for quite a short period of time to think rather compassionately for others. Had he been in his previous mood, he would have not cared any less about Cato's welfare.
[break][break]Saying 'nice to meet you' may have been quite the wrong way to address his new acquaintance, but for one he is so used to saying that in his travels, talking to new people every single day he would cross the world. Hector is used to this kind of greeting, even in Lorsette, so it's no mistaking that for him it's a sense of instinct, for being nice or simply for meeting someone. However, knowing Cato, he would probably not receive such pleasantry back. So Hector does not expect Cato to say it back nicely to him.
[break][break]He was proven right when Cato signs back to him in ruder diction: You as well, I suppose,; Hector gives him a funny smirk, amused, but not at all surprised.
[break][break]Hector then finds himself asking if Cato had been heading somewhere, before he'd scared him off with his roar, and apologizes in advance before receiving an answer. Hector notices such little words Cato spurred as a reply. Cato's distrust in other's is still very clear even after some considerable time with a stranger; Hector chuckles silently and signs back. Oh, don't misunderstand. I'm not going to come home with you; I have no such plans for this morning walk. I don't even plan on accompanying you. He tilts his head a little to the side, curiosity in his eyes.
[break][break]I'm just asking, that's all. I am a lad with a curious mind that will not be sated once a question is answered.
[attr="class","jawntatsidefld jawntatsidefld03"]NOTES Trees are the greatest, aren't they, Cato? XD Also, I am very sorry for this late response! It's my first post after long months of hiatus, haha ;v;
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These instances were when Cato despised their transformation into an undead creature. The slew of temperature-related weaknesses was bothersome, however, it needed to be handled. Without the proper temperature maintenance systems assisting with their body temperature, the reaper would undoubtedly freeze. Returning home shortly would be the smartest choice of action, however, Cato's trust issues kept them from accomplishing that objective. Meredith displayed a friendly disposition, however, the Assembly medic was well-acquainted with betrayal.
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Scarred, the perfect word to describe the mental wounds left by those Cato thought they could trust. Father grasped the beak, pulling away off their only protection from a frightful, deadly illness... A wealthy friend who required the assistance of a plague doctor betrayed them, keeping them cooped up and insisting Cato needed to remain there. Then there was the Assembly who manipulated them from the beginning with photographs of the daughter they searched for. Few people deserved trust and anybody desiring it was required to earn it.
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Wind proceeded to batter the pair, the ill-favouring weather eliminating more options and making the temperature colder. Flying home was nearly impossible, furthermore, Cato was never a speedy flier. Chances were, the tiger shifter could easily follow the flight path without any problems considering their failures in speed while flying. Briefly, Cato's gaze flitted around, searching for shelter or a potential distraction... Terrors could possibly be lurking in the horrible weather, however, it was difficult to say for certain.
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Unfortunately, it was downright unlikely considering the weather conditions would gradually worsen. There would be Assembly members guarding the area, however, there were no guarantees they would assist the reaper. Despite their association, Cato possessed little significance to their cause. If anything, the reaper was a begrudging slave forced into work. The amused expression on Meredith's face resulted in Cato narrowing their eyes and pouting, however, the expression would be unseen because of their mask.
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As Cato observed Meredith's signed reply, an eye roll proceeded, hidden from sight. The curious stranger was a complicated interaction, specifically because of his need to ask incessant questions! Incessant in Cato's mind being a meagre few inquiries, but the ancient plague doctor was renown for their lack of tolerance. Despite the cold, the reaper prepared to sign back, the temperature regulating bracelet assisting greatly.
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'I have noticed,' Cato signed before adding, 'and you best not. I do not invite nosy strangers to join me.'
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While Meredith may have inquired about basic subjects, Cato despised being questioned. The ancient reaper possessed many years of either being betrayed or manipulated and they displayed those scars whenever possible. Whether it was intentional or not was difficult to say. They were somebody forced into a defensive attitude and forced to struggle with realizing the moralistic side of humanity. Those concepts were difficult to digest when almost everybody around them appeared more keen on using them as opposed to being supportive individuals in their life.
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[attr="class","wassup1dangertag"] 487 words for @meredith
[attr="class","wassup1dangernotes"] Cato says better than tigers. XD Also, CATO BE NICE! They are such a rude person. And no worries! I never mind waiting. c:
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[attr="class","jawntattxtdiv"] Hector does not expect a response from the reaper. In fact, he expects his question to fall in deaf ears, and life can go on. But that would be a shame now, wouldn't it? Hector's desire for answers to his questions has stemmed up since childhood and his years in travelling; it's only a fundamental aspect of the art of conversation, too, to ask questions and get answers. However, some individuals are like Cato who does not lend their trust freely, and therefore does not answer your questions unless they feel the need to. Hector understands that.
[break][break]But, surprise surprise! Cato does respond, and his answer only fits his attitude in this whole conversation. Unexpectedly, he also finds being called nosy quite an amusing feat. For a few moments he stands there, silent and processing Cato's statements; but then, silence is obscured as he breaks into a laugh, a jovial one, and rather loud. But the wind, which blows through his body as if offended, does not allow the sounds of his laughter to reach elsewhere. Cato may hear, but only faintly.
[break][break]"Nosy... ah, nosy, aren't I?" He sniffs through his laughter and wipes the small tears protruding from his eyes, trying to stifle his laughter. It's also then that he forgets he is supposed to be signing back to him, so he shuts his mouth and adds: I apologize. I never thought I'd be perceived as a nosy person through that; I suppose I should mind my own business. He's never been called nosy before, oh no, but some people he'd met before may have thought of him as one, they just stop themselves from voicing it out loud. Thank you for being honest with me.
[break][break]He does not want to experience the reaper's anger, so he ends the subject then and there. The wind is getting stronger and Hector braces himself for another forceful impact from the snow and breeze combined; he realizes he should have listened to the weather broadcasts before coming here. As the wind returns to it's "normal" state, Hector takes the time to sign to Cato before it would come back and blow at him again.
[break][break]It's getting colder down here, He suggests, rubbing his arms and puffing up air, his breath materializing into icy fog. We should probably move someplace where the wind isn't bound to hitting us with its hardest blow. I can take you as my tiger.
There was a moodiness to Cato's behaviour, accomplished naturally because of their previous problems with other individuals. From sour interactions to manipulative motives, the reaper's life featured a variety of rocky incidents that left their heart scarred. Each moment was a reminder of how their trust could easily be misused, taken advantage of because of the cynical intentions of others. People focused on their objectives, disregarding the feelings of others to fixate on the ultimate goal, their desires.
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The wary reaper kept their eyes narrowed as the wind buffeted them, attempting to seep through their clothing. The wind whistled, reminding Cato of the pending cold should the weather shift into a full-blown blizzard. The plague doctor knew they were required to return home. Quentin was waiting for their return, their white-haired housemate possibly concerned because of the delays. As usual, Cato informed him they would be meeting with the Assembly of Phantoms, which quickly suggested a dangerous situation if things turned sour.
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Laughter erupted from the shifter Cato conversed with, an inaudible growl escaping the reaper's lips as they glared at Hector. What the hell did he find funny?! In the Assembly medic's perception, Meredith was a nosy nuisance despite the white-haired man accomplishing things natural to a conversation. Alas, Cato never enjoyed listening to inquiries and being required to answer them, thus, they scowled beneath their mask. The words which coincided with the writing were unheard because of the frigid winds, but it was nothing Cato desired to hear.
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The thanks surprised the reaper, a brow lifting as they cocked their head to one side. This shifter was a weird individual and Cato was failing to comprehend their actions.
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"You're a strange one at times," Cato signed.
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The man continued to sign messages, requesting to find shelter to continue their conversation, however, Cato shook their head. They needed to return to Quentin and settle any potential worries which may have entered their housemate's mind.
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"I must head home, there are things I must attend to," Cato signed before turning away.
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Gradually, the reaper waded through the snow, heading in the direction of their home, but still keeping tabs on the shifter behind them. Their concern consisted of Meredith potentially following them, however, Cato needed to return to Quentin. Failure to accomplish the action shortly could increase worry, and Cato refused to allow that to continue.
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[attr="class","wassup1dangertag"] 369 words for @meredith
[attr="class","wassup1dangernotes"] XD I am glad, since Cato probably won't stop.
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[attr="class","jawntattxtdiv"] He cannot tell if he's pissing Cato off with his demeanor, but it certainly feels like it. Cato and Hector are standing far from each other, far enough to talk, so he could not hear them if ever they'd been grumbling to himself; and of course, their face is obscured with the white mask of a bird, reminding him so much of the plague doctor from old times, but one look at the way they signed back to him and already he can tell that Cato thinks him a nuisance. So far, no response from Cato was sent to him, so he only watches him intently from where he is standing. For a moment, he wonders what is going on inside their head, but he doesn't press the thought.
[break][break]Then suddenly he is called strange at times by his companion, and at this he could not help but raise an eyebrow with a smirk. Being called strange isn't entirely new to Hector, but coming from a grumpy fellow with a bird mask and black wings to accommodate the nickname he had given them, he finds it simply amusing to ignore. He's tempted to sign and tease them again, but he's afraid he would have to be honest with them this time. You're a strange one as well, He signs; that's surely bound to piss them off, but from little of what he knows of them, their always pissed off, aren't they?
[break][break]Hector suggests that they move somewhere else, away from the harsh snowy wind. The response he garners from them makes him nod in understanding. Both he and Cato have somewhere else to go to. He should have known that by now. Hector just starts to realize that it had been quite wrong of him to keep them in this spot when they have something else much more worthwhile to do. Hector wonders if they have family back at home. Meanwhile, here he is, with possibly no one but an empty house to go home to.
[break][break]But for Hector, it was worthwhile talking to them, even if for a short while. Is that so? He signs, a small smile gracing his lips. Then you should hurry, then. I'll be on my way as well. He says with a small wave. As he channels mana to his body and as his body slowly begins to glow blue, he signs one last time at the stranger.
Positive social interaction was never Cato's strongest ability, evident by the behaviours they represented to the mysterious shifter. Alas, they never managed to communicate with somebody capable of brushing off those harsh words spoken by somebody scarred through their many years. Every comment designed to push away seemingly backfiring when Meredith laughed off their anti-social remarks. It aggravated Cato, however, everybody required social engagement thus the benefits exist, but the reaper refused to ponder them.
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As a strong cynic, Cato struggled to place their trust or even bright sides to certain interactions. Therefore, the Assembly medic allowed their biased thoughts to conquer their mind. They owed no debts to this man, thus, the reaper kept their opinions, firmly sticking by each thought which entered their brain. The plague doctor watched as Meredith provided more signs, a soft, inaudible huff breaching their lips upon reading the comment. They returned the strange comment, causing Cato to be displeased with the idea.
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While the reaper refused to believe those comments, the truth was revealed in their attitude and their garbs. Nobody wore the old-style medical outfits created to assist doctors in treating the black plague. The long, curved beak accompanied by the dark robes of an olden-days harbinger of sickness. Gradually, the conversation progressed to the finishing remarks, Meredith signing a farewell with a surprising final comment. It was pleasant talking to them? This man was truly a peculiar one.
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"Yes, plenty to attend to. Farewell to you Meredith, you best find refuge from the cold," Cato signed in return.
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Shortly afterwards, the reaper's black-coloured wings stretched open, flapping with great strength to successfully lift them from the snow-covered field. Once airborne, Cato verified their direction before preparing to head home to Quentin.
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[attr="class","wassup1dangertag"] 290 words for @meredith
[attr="class","wassup1dangernotes"] It should almost be there. <3 We can figure out where to go after Cato's exit.
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[attr="class","jawntattxtdiv"] His back is turned to the winged fellow now, the blue aura intensifying around his body as he focuses on channeling the mana to allow for the transformation to happen. Soon enough, his human limbs are replaced with that of a large tiger's, fur sprouting from his skin. He is back to the form he had taken before, a white tiger, but this time, much calmer than it had been. He notes the cold temperature decreasing, replaced with the heat that rises from his body, as well as the heat stored by his fur. Hector is more comfortable now, but how about his companion?
[break][break]A low growl rumbles across his throat; it would have been thought of as a hostile gesture, especially coming from a wild feline, but Hector does not mean it to be like this. But he does not think about such any longer, and watches as Cato sprouts wings from a distance. He wants to laugh, as he remembers the time only a while ago when he'd called Cato a 'birdie' because of those wings, and the way they'd perched on that tree like the feathered creature... ah, such bliss, to remember such hilariousness, but just as the thought of his growl coming out as hostile, he does not think more about this right now as well.
[break][break]Instead, he eyes him, another last farewell; he hopes they would remember this interaction, or much preferably, not remember it much. This day has certainly contained one of the most amusing interactions he's had in a blue moon, talking to a cold, distrusting fellow and all... but in the end of the day, they would not see each other again, unless in the certain circumstance of coincidence. He looks on one last time at this strange fellow, and, after a few moments, finally, he runs off into the snow, taking refuge in the path provided by the trees.
[break][break]Hector may have to had dealt with such a cold fellow, but in the end, he's enjoyed their conversation. It's a shame they had to hurry out of the forest with businesses to attend to on their own; he would have liked to stay a little longer and tease them more, and maybe, that one little probability to become friends with them.
[attr="class","jawntatsidefld jawntatsidefld03"]NOTES Well, since the thread is coming to an end and both are going somewhere, here's Hector's exit! Feel free to exit Cato in your next post!
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The skin is created by Wolf of Adoxography and Gangnam Style. The thread and conversation remodels are by Kagney. The Strange Reality board list, Heal My Soul info center, I Remember Now mini profile and Electric Requiem profile remodel is made by Pharoah Leap. The Who's That Member member list remodel was made by Tictactoe. The Cbox.ws Shoutbox remodel was made by Trinity Blair. All templates used for claims, information sheets, applications, etc are credited to their owners; credits for these can be found in the threads the templates are use on. Images that are used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners, however, they have been edited by Zac with a few being edited by Chibi Magician. The plot, rules and various other information pieces for The Duality of Man are written by Chibi Magician with the assistence of her co-admins, Finnegan and Dremulf, alongside other unlisted people who were kind enough to give their input. The TRS, AP and face claim were all created by Fleur for specifically the use of TDOM. All plugins used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners. The templates my members use are credited to their maker, if you find a template that belongs to you, but is uncredited, please speak to Chibi Magician or the member themself. Characters created on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners and should not be used elsewhere without the creator's permission.
Special thanks for the members of TDOM who make suggestions to help make this site better. Even though we can not accept all suggestions, we immensely appreciate it. Thus, we give credit to any additions that you thought of and were later implimented by the staff, because we are glad you give us these excellent ideas.
